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Me, I’d stroll in, all swagger, thinkin’, “I’m the trickster king!” Lookin’ for a laugh, maybe trouble. Saw this one bird – red heels, smokin’ a fag – pure attitude. Reminded me of that horse in the film, stubborn as hell. “You’re not weary yet?” I’d tease, quotin’ Tarr’s flick. She’d roll her eyes – fair play!

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Man, Monument's streets are like a rhapsody of the odd. Take Maple Way – it's lined with crumbling brick buildings that hide secret cafés, where families come to pretend everything's peachy. There's also Broad Street; you walk it and you feel the city breathe, like it's screaming, “La grande bellezza!” but with sarcasm.

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